" An Indian story background, but Non - Indians can easily connect with it."
Ahana Kapoor and Arhaan Malhotra.
Two best friends, who've been together since they were in diapers, in fact even before that.
The connection they share is soo pure and hea...
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" How can you drink that every day? " I asked with a frown.
" What do you mean? " Zayn asked, confused
I looked at the drink in his hands with a cringe-y face.
It has been more than a week or so since he came to my house to return my wallet, and we treated him like a pervert. We kinda hung out every day after our lectures. It wasn't like he became my great friend or anything like that, just that he had been promoted a little from just a ' Hi-Hello Friend ' to a university friend if you know what I mean.
It was a different experience for sure, because I make friends very fast, but I've been keeping to myself in University, and I got to meet my gang every day anyway, so it was ok.
Zayn is a good guy, and we hang out for fifteen to thirty minutes in the cafe or somewhere on the campus, then I drive home. It has become somewhat of a routine, and I don't hate it. I sometimes even enjoyed it.
Right now we were sitting in the cafe, like almost every day, and talking. Or more like I was cringing looking at his drink.
I remember the first day we came to the cafe together, about a week ago, and placed our orders.
I had placed my order and turned to ask him " What do you wanna order? "
He replied with " A black coffee, strong "
And I had raised my eyebrows and replied in the most sarcastic way " Shocking "
He had narrowed his eyes at me, so I had just cleared my throat and turned.
Anyway, back to the present.
" Stop it. It isn't bad. You should try it. " Zayn said and slid his drink toward me.
" Yeah. I don't think so. " I said and slid it back toward him.
" Come on, give it a try. " He slid it back.
" Ok. Only if you taste my cotton candy slushie. " I slid my drink toward him.
He slightly leaned away.
" What? " I asked.
"It's too colorful. " He said, confused
" Well, I'm colorful. "
He nodded and took a sip of my drink. " You know what? "
I raised my eyebrow
"It's too sweet for me, but it's not bad. " He said, looking at me.
I shrugged proudly
" Now " Then he tapped on his coffee lid.
I swallowed and picked up his drink. The closer I brought the drink, the more my nose crinkled.
